Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.